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J e w e l s  M a r c u s  &  J a c q u e l y n  H e w i t t

Earth Day

Mama Earth is a big ole loud mouthed
fat ass black girl, from Oakland,
with hundreds of mountainous tits 
pushing against the chest of Poppy Sky.

When she comes, she shakes and shudders
in orgasmic glee as volcanoes erupt 
with hot molten seismological ecstasy.
Birthing us all, that bitchy capricious 

big old broad, tells first one 
then another that they alone are 
her favorite, chosen clones.
Little monkeys we, shave her legs, 

build shelter from the green twiggy hairs 
and nestle between massive cavernous thighs 
to puerilely play hide and seek with Father Sky.
We owe her, from before birth to after death, 

our sustenance in everything, everything, 
in spite of our fruitless redress.
In unconscious sleep walk we trample her abundance,
while Mama cries rivers of tears for our blunderance.

Sky helps to wash and whip away our transgressions. 
We who think we’re her most favored, chosen brethren. 
(We we we) ungrateful spoiled brats who ignore her pleas 
and tear at her shabby dress, 

flinging tantrums rife with demands, 
thinking we have the upper hand
and when she claims our bones at last, 
she sings the blues to we darlings past, 


I love da bones, da bleached, blanched bones. 
I sing em home to warn of greed and hate, (teach
my next favorites to not make the same mistakes).
I love da bones,     da bleached,      blanched     bones.

Earth

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